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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 7, 2018 19:58:13 GMT -8
Ryan-- You heard Edmund's scream cut short, following by the snapping of bones and rending of flesh. How long would whatever that was be busy tearing apart that body before it came for you?
((There is also a placeholder for you on the previous page.))
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Dec 7, 2018 20:43:33 GMT -8
dKGpnnc8+1 (if you still need it) (Neurotic) I just kept on moving. Ed was on his own. Surely there was a way out somewhere.·
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 7, 2018 21:03:24 GMT -8
You ran, tripping over yourself so much that your ankle twisted beneath you.
((You take a light wound. No penalties yet but your running speed slows.))
It wasn't fast enough, not in the total dark, not with how immense the thing behind you was. Emergency lights flicked on behind you, helping the pursuer and barely helping you. A black skeleton hand the size of a stop sign grabbed you by the chest.
((Do you struggle or accept your fate? If you struggle, roll 2d10+coolness))
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Dec 7, 2018 21:07:00 GMT -8
(Neurotic) Ryan-- "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ALREADY!?!
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 7, 2018 21:10:14 GMT -8
The creature wheeled you around, like you were a Ken doll in its grip. You were clutched by a charred skeleton that would probably be about twenty feet tall if it could stand to its full height. Its crawling body was so big, you couldn't see past it. In its other hand it gripped the mangled, headless body of the doctor.
It seemed to regard you, with the twisting horns instead of eyes. Creature- "The man with the golden hands. What can you do with those?" It sounded like your foster mother.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Dec 7, 2018 21:16:36 GMT -8
I studied its alien visage.(Neurotic) Ryan-- "Not a bad look, though I think I wore it better. I can do whatever I please with these hands. Is there something they can do for you?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 7, 2018 21:19:18 GMT -8
Creature- "Perhaps. Give me your mind or give me your flesh." One of Edmund's fingers fell out of its mouth.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Dec 7, 2018 21:22:37 GMT -8
I barely suppressed a guffaw at the comical finger regurgitation.(Neurotic) Ryan-- "I'm willing to negotiate."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 7, 2018 21:28:08 GMT -8
Creature- "Oh, if you are willing?" It manipulated you in its hands, twiddling you between its bony fingers. It squeezed your abdomen so tightly it almost made you lose your morning baked goods."If you want more you will have much greater sacrifices to make. For now, mind or body, or I take both."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Dec 7, 2018 21:37:44 GMT -8
I see spirits are so irritatingly vague as humans..(Neurotic) Ryan-- "I've been without a body before and what are we but minds? I suppose I offer my body, though you will obviously do as you please."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 7, 2018 21:51:06 GMT -8
Creature- "Gee, thanks."
The monster plunged its stabby fingers into your torso. The pain was more immediate than the flaming destruction earlier. You went into shock, the blood pouring out of you like someone had switched on the bath. Was this real? Were you really dying?
Black smoke emitted from your chest cavity, the smell of burning hair overwhelming you. The creature tossed you against the wall like a rag doll and you went limp, splashing into the water. But you weren't dead. Your body rolled over, lifted itself out of the mucky water. It was moving of its own accord. It tore open the dead man's hoodie and revealed your bare chest, or what mangled remains of it there were. The flesh was reforming, becoming a vertical slit from sternum to belly. The slit parted, and an enormous eyeball blinked open. The pain was excruciating as it rotated inside you, taking a look at the environment.
Creature- "You will listen, and obey. You will be our eyes." ((Your stability has dropped to Unhinged. You are just inches from complete madness.))
The creature still takes up the rest of the hall, so there is only one way forward. Your body marches that direction, and you are unable to control it in the slightest.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Dec 8, 2018 6:22:22 GMT -8
(Unhinged) No. I mean yeah. No, I can work with this. Yeah. Cool cool cool. Who's gonna fuck with a shambling automaton with a giant eyeball in its torso? Wear that thing proudly, motherfucker.
I tried to move my hands and arms to explore of I had even marginal control of any part of myself.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 8, 2018 13:29:52 GMT -8
Your body marched up to a panel in the wall and tapped on it in some arcane code. The wall slid open to reveal an open elevator. A man stood there, regarding you impassively, no special notice to the eyeball in your chest. ??- "Good evening, Mr. Brandeis-White. No one above recalls that you entered the hold. They all believe that you stayed up on the deck with the rest of them. We will ensure that you do not say anything to contravene this. We will keep-- pardon the pun-- an eye on you from then on. Perhaps after a length of service you may join the Sheireil as an active member rather than a volunteer. Welcome aboard." He beckoned and your body joined in the elevator. The man punched in another code and the door slid closed. Your body zipped up the jacket.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Dec 9, 2018 13:03:19 GMT -8
(Unhinged) Fuck's sake, at least I'm getting out of this craphole. I'm alive, I guess. I'm going to have to get to this killing thing soon.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 9, 2018 17:41:33 GMT -8
The elevator shivered upward for what felt like only a couple seconds. It opened up on the deck of the ship, behind a knot of people staring at the stairwell you'd all entered. Lots of frenzied radio activity, cops bustling around. 'Where are they' and all of that. The man in the hat led you down the gangway impassively, and no one seemed to pay you any mind. He led you straight to your car and unlocked it for you. Where did he get your keys? Didn't they burn up?
??- "A long night. You were in there for about ten minutes."
The car started and the time clicked on-- he was right.
He drove you home in silence, parked your car and helped you out. After he let you into your own home, he handed you the keys. ??- "From now on, your dreams are real. You'll know what to do."
With that, he left you. Your body headed to the bedroom and stripped bare. The eye in your chest was closed, the slit of the lid so thin you almost couldn't see it. After an hour or so, control of your body crept back. You were still on the brink of insanity, your body physically battered. Purplish welts and bruises were already rising. It was real. All that earlier was real.
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